She turned to me Her eyes wide Frightened As if she saw A ghost I turned away Frightened Eyes wide As if I saw A human
The easy way to pick a rose Is to have a good pair of scissors And clip it fast where you want it. Instead I found a rose. I fought through bushes Only to start at the bottom, Slowly working my way up the stem, Hands bleeding. Day and night I bled to woo its scent Only to find someone else had picked That very flower. True, it might bloom again, As love should, But my hands are bloody And would only stain this flower A deeper, more gruesome shade of red So I’ll find another With a few less thorns And maybe next time bring A sharper pair of scissors
Never tell a woman What a monster you really are Always L L I E E
One of four events will unfold.
You tell her Then she consoles and confesses What a monster she really is. Two magnetic poles can’t attract.
You tell her And like so many injured birds She takes you in To fix your wings. You are no angel You are a monster and nothing can fix you.
You tell her And she dumps you Like she should Because she deserves better
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You hide and hold her close Every night Until her love runs dry Or guilt gets the best of you
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When you’re Bleeding to death First aid is better Than nothing at all.